The Whispers of Time
As I walk through the snow and rain, I find my soul bleeding out into this perfect scene.I wait for the pain to hit, but all I feel is numb. Numb and stricken.
Life has deserted me in my dire hour of need, and instead of fighting back with a vengeance, I have no fight left. I suck in oxygen without feeling it enter my lungs, and give myself over to the inevitable.
I knew Heartache would come calling one day. He whispers in my ear and calls me his Companion. He craves to hold me, He says, and welcomingly opens His arms. Attempting to flee is futile so I edge closer and let the darkness envelope me.
Now I shall never be free. I was doomed from the start.
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